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2025/07/03

Swara (Parvati that defines cyclicity of time)

They named her Swara—not for sound,
But for the self that stands its ground.
She bent for none, though bowed with grace,
A thousand duties veiled her face.
Clan’s command was her refrain,
Yet silence sang her secret pain.

In wind-split dusk, he crossed her path,
A man of fire, of war, of wrath.
Yet in his arms, the war grew still—
Two hearts unchained by ancient will.
They broke the code, they bled the sun,
And in their clash, the One was One.

The womb she bore was not just child,
But echo, omen, nature wild.
The clan grew cold, the knives grew near—
They killed her love, then killed her fear.
Yet from her blood, a breach was torn
In Time itself—a child was born.
No samsaric wheel could bind
This soul of wind, of flame, unlined.

Swara fell—but not to fate.
She shattered Kalachakra’s gate.
She split herself from death and birth,
Freed him too from earthbound worth.
No more return, no karmic chain—
They loved once, and broke the plane.
Their love became the final spark,

So when the winds tear through the trees,
And stars forget their centuries—
It is her breath, her name, her trace,
That unbinds gods from time and place.

She was the self.
She was the wave.
She was the end
of every grave.

She is Swara—
The Song that Broke the Vicious Circle for Eternal Humanity.

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